part circus, part conservatory
Posing As Executive Privilege
Strike a happy balance.
You’re (sic) ready-for-action attitude
makes you a shining example
in executive circles.
Out of balance circles:
the tire’s about to blow.
Strike a backward balance:
Your wicked specimens
make you a hardscrabble sample
in crystalline circles.
Pose without regard
for those seeing eyes.
Leak a happy cadence:
your veins attitude
piggyback a shining lunacy
in executive wards.
Humming the blues.
No words penetrate pens.
Wick [...]
A tumbled skeleton:
A Penance to my Yarmulke on a Shabbat Not Celebrated
We’ve careened off path enough to know senses
remove the screen of mystic wax and match, the pulse
at the dusk of another home.
(Ritual has gone and packed up and traveled.)
You savor the first night more for pleasure, and
set the braided bread on the glass table,
our [...]
New flesh for this skeleton
The sparkle will drip on the new snow.
It was gathered on clouds, a silent choir,
that only meant to sweep in shallow circles
granting to broken brooms, not shovels:
The error of gardening. But that crisp is here,
a sliver of moons’ last weeping. If truth be
not disclosed, longing will flee to lay broken
on top [...]
So this is the fleshy poem I quickly put together so as to strip it for Dana’s RWP prompt this week- think crows on roadkill. No? Okay. Think deciduous tree at the end of autumn instead.
Think about someone taking all the blanks I left at RWP and what someone might fill them with in to [...]
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